[Sept. 2020] From Alghero, where we were staying on Sardinia, Italy, we went on an excursion to Bosa, a town about 50 kilometers south.
This was our second time to visit Bosa.
The first time was two years ago.
First, we went to the via Catalogna bus stop beside the Gialdini Giuseppe Manno Park to catch the local bus at 9:30 in the morning.
This is the main bus stop in Alghero.
When we tried to get on the bus that came on schedule, the driver asked, “your tickets, please?”
When we said, “The ticket office is closed and the information board says that you can buy it from the driver,” he explained, “Because of he coronavirus, we have stopped selling tickets on the bus.”
And he said that the tickets were sold at Tabacchi (tobacco shop) on the other side of the park.
My husband ran to the Tabacchi and bought it and we managed to get on this bus.
It was good to get on, but there were a few passengers without masks in the bus.
They seemed to be French travellers.
So we changed seats twice to be far from them.
When going from Alghero to Bosa, you should take the seats on the right side in the direction of travel.
Because you can see the beautiful coastline.
This time, I realised that not only the intricate coastline but also the wonderful colour of the sea was the point.
The sea, which had been grey because rain clouds had been hanging down last time, was shining in beautiful emerald green this time, and even the seabed could be seen from the top of the high cliff.
It’s a pity that I couldn’t take a good picture because I was on the bus.
We arrived at Bosa in about an hour.
The driver pointed out a cafe that sells bus tickets, so we went there and bought them first for the return journey (fare was € 3.70 per person one way).
We drank cappuccino in the open space where there was a theater-like building and strolled around the town.
We took a peek at the pretty magnificent church called Chiesa della Beata Vergine del Carmine, just before entering the maze of the old town.
It seems to be a building in the latter half of the 18th century, and the beautiful Rococo altar was a sight to see.
When we got out of there, we hurriedly put on a mask when we heard a local old man soliloquised loudly, “There are barbaric tourists who don’t wear masks.”
There were many people who didn’t, though.
This reminded me of another elderly who was similarly dissatisfied with tourists, when we went to Looe in southwest England in July.
We entered the old town and headed for the ruins of the castle on the hill, just like the last time we were here.
Bosa’s houses are colorful and worth taking pictures.
In fact I wanted to take a picture of every corner of the town.
Even the laundry was a part of the great view.
It had been a cloudy day two years before, but this time the sun was shining brightly.
Light casts shadows and the blue sky accentuates the color contrast.
We had learned that it was the women of Alghero who started decorating the town with junk, but it was nice to see the decorations in the old town of Bosa, using empty cans as flowerpots.
We reached the top of the hill and it cost € 4 per person to enter the site of the castle ruins.
What was different from the last time was that the information was obtained by bringing the mobile phone closer to the QR code at the ticket office.
There was a small chapel that I was familiar with, and the some nice frescoes such as “The Last Supper” inside, but I also remembered that photography was strictly prohibited.
From the top of the ramparts, we could see the town of Bosa beautifully.